Friday, January 15, 2016

The Movement Summarized

Belloc Poem:


Behold, my child, the Nordic man,
And be as like him, as you can;
His legs are long, his mind is slow,
His hair is lank and made of tow.


And here we have the Alpine Race:
Oh! What a broad and foolish face!
His skin is of a dirty yellow.
He is a most unpleasant fellow.


The most degraded of them all
Mediterranean we call.
His hair is crisp, and even curls,
And he is saucy with the girls.